| How could I be so down at a time like this, when I’m high like this
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| When the billboard charts when your major tours overseas when I fly like this
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| I’ve be thinking about the people that need me
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| They needy and all of the pain that I might miss
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| Sooner or later it seeks me reach me then bleed me, deep in the rain inside my
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| pit
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| I’m goin down now, because my mom frowns
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| In a research psychiatric center without her son around
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| And I’m deep off in this hole
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| When I’m out here rockin shows (they say)
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| I SHOULD BE HYPED CUZ MY LIFE IS SO ROCK N ROLL
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| But I feel like the Grinch mixed with Ebaneezer Scrooge
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| Let the fever ooze up out of me clouded me never eager to
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| Let up when I’m in an interview they probably thinkin they gonna hinder dude
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| Cuz he be lookin like he might offend the rule
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| Never intricate to remember blues
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| Because is always right here
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| With the henessy and light beer
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| Let it enter me and fight fear, yea
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| I know I quit but I started back
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| The homey called the gat
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| And my bodyguard Nicholas jus had a heart attack
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| I’m sinking again, I’m drinking again
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| Drownin and Wildin you breathin' again
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| Is easy to sin when you bleeding within'
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| Needin the grin, cheese and recede in the spend
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| Lower than low, lower than low
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| Thats how I feel in the morning
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| Lower than low, lower than low
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| That’s how I sound when you callin'
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| Lower than low, lower than low
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| I’m high but feel like I’m falling
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| I’m sorry but I feel lower than low
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| My smile is forced
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| My style is warped
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| Morale is corpse
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| Now that my really good pound is torch
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| I’m just gone with the wind and I’m home with the gin
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| To the dome when I spin
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| I’m a zone cause the phone must be roamin again
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| Another tone I’m alone now don’t want me to spin
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| Time with I’m just mind this
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| Might find miss nine missed
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| I find my mind in this line dish
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| Dine quick not even a second for mindless
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| IN A MIDDLE OF A TIME WHEN THE MUSICS FLYIN I’VE DEPLETED MY KINDNESS
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| Low like the grasses, low like po folks on grass shit
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| I’m so below the casket, ragged pulse up the maggots
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| Why do I feel this illness, I’m lookin for somethin to come and kill this a
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| little bit
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| I got my head in the hills cause the real shit is momma is sufferin takin pills
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| with the stillness
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| And I feel it
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| I cant shake it
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| In any case my space is the basement
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| I cant erase my embrace of encasement
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| I’m chasin hatred my taste not complacin
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| So as I go to the flo
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| The industry finally opened the door
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| But now I’m in the mothafucka all I feel is, low
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| I’m sinking again, I’m drinking again
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| Drownin and Wildin you breathin' again
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| Is Easy to sin when you bleeding within'
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| Needin the grin, cheese and recede in the spend
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| Lower than low, lower than low
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| Thats how I feel in the morning
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| Lower than low, lower than low
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| That’s how I sound when you callin'
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| Lower than low, lower than low
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| I’m high but feel like I’m falling
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| I’m sorry but I feel lower than low |